The beautiful rowenberries, its a sight to cherish,

the glowing red it brings, surpasses all things…

In clusters they cling, bringing joy to all,

in silence they sing, a sweet melody so raw…

We hold it in awe, this berry from eden,

where its adored, in the land of sweden…

Even the birds, show they really care,

it may seem absurb, they just come and stare…

Oh let the rowenberry, grow old in its fold,

even in death its merry, the red berry of gold…

The busy bumble bee, flutters by to see,

a beautiful sight for free, of the rowenberry tree…